Chapter 93 2/2

Patient’s opinion: “If there’s a medicine that can fundamentally cure your pheromone storm syndrome, but with a side effect…”

Cen Lang chuckled, “What side effect could be worse than the storm syndrome? Would I be afraid?”

Jiang Li said, “You’d have erectile dysfunction.”

Cen Lang: “…”

Jiang Li: “Why are you silent now?”

Cen Lang wanted to slap himself, “Well, that’s… a different matter. After all…”

() His younger brother should understand,

He didn’t elaborate on it.

Jiang Li puzzled, “But I thought you didn’t want to get married?”

Cen Lang replied, “Even if I don’t want to get married, I still have my pride. How could I hold my head up in front of you if I had erectile dysfunction? Moreover, with such severe side effects, safety needs to be verified. Let’s wait and see, maybe there will be better options.”

Jiang Li mused, “What if I were the one who made this medicine?”

Cen Lang sucked in a breath of cold air; now he was resorting to emotional blackmail. From trying injections in childhood to trying medications in adulthood, being an older brother was so great.

Cen Lang had never experienced such complex psychological turmoil in his life. “I—”

Jiang Li hung up the phone, “I know your answer.”

Better to continue developing a side-effect-free solution; Cen Lang should be able to hold on for a while longer.

Ring, ring, ring… Cen Lang returned the call.

“I agree.”

Even if he had to spend the second half of his life treating erectile dysfunction, due to the common needs of middle-aged men, the technology for treating it had matured a lot.

Curing the storm syndrome would allow him to freely meet Jiang Li.

Jiang Li remained silent for a long time before saying, “Hmm.”

Cen Lang keenly remarked, “Your voice sounds off. Are you catching a cold?”

Jiang Li couldn’t meet in person, so he had to say, “A little.”

Cen Lang advised, “It’s still chilly. Wear a couple more layers. Have you taken any medicine?”

Jiang Li replied, “It’s a minor issue, no need for medicine.”

Cen Lang suggested, “Shall I come over to check on you?”

Jiang Li said, “Dad is at home, he’ll take care of me.”

Cen Lang had to settle for calling again the next day, and Jiang Li’s voice was even hoarser.

Cen Lang: “I’ll come pick you up to see a doctor.”

Jiang Li replied, “Let’s see if I’m better tomorrow.”

He didn’t intend to hide it on purpose; he wanted to use his own pheromones to make medicine for Cen Lang. But Grandpa Cen had been insisting on finding a highly compatible Omega for Cen Lang to marry… the combination of the two made their relationship seem a bit strange.

Jiang Li wanted to purely focus on developing the medicine first.

…

Cen Lang didn’t understand. Jiang Li just had a cold, yet he had Jiang Wanlan call to assure him that he would take care of Jiang Li and there was no need to worry.

There were hints in his words that he was politely refusing Cen Lang’s visit to the Jiang household.

Cen Lang: I must go.

He often engaged in concealing his own illness, unable to help but empathize with Jiang Li. Jiang Li’s cold must be very serious!

Cen Lang didn’t even use the front entrance.

Then, he met eyes with Jiang Li, who was admiring the snow in the courtyard.

“Is there something wrong?”

Cen Lang elegantly stepped in, “Just came to check on you.”

Jiang Li had known that as soon as his dad called, Cen Lang would become suspicious.

Rather than waiting for him to ambush, it was better to take the initiative and lure him in.

He had taken the suppressant and applied the strong suppressive patch. He was already at the end of his susceptible period, and his body had mostly recovered.

Cen Lang looked Jiang Li up and down, his complexion rosy, his spirits high, and he couldn’t find any faults. “You’re wearing too little clothing.”

Jiang Li, wrapped in a thick coat, remained silent.

Cen Lang suggested, “Do you want to sit by the fire? I’ll make a fire.”

Jiang Li shook his head. How primitive was this way of keeping warm?

Cen Lang insisted, “It’s fun to sit by the fire. Have you ever tried it?”

Jiang Li replied, “No.”

Every child was taught not to play with fire. Jiang Li didn’t play with fire when he was young, and he still didn’t as an adult.

Cen Lang said, “Wait here.”

He fetched a pile of firewood and a fire pit from somewhere, ignited them with a spray lighter, and soon a fire was burning.

They sat by the fire, warming their palms, and Cen Lang held Jiang Li’s hand. “Move a bit forward, don’t be afraid.”

Jiang Li felt a bit hot, a drop of sweat sliding down from his temple.

Cen Lang furrowed his brows; the fire was really intense, making him feel overheated all over. But since he was the one who suggested making the fire, he had to endure it.

Suddenly, he saw Jiang Li’s slightly moist temple in the corner of his eye, shimmering in the firelight, with a delicate color like white jade.

Cen Lang stood up abruptly. “You’re sweating already, you’ve had enough warmth. Your cold will be better tomorrow.”

Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief, watching as Cen Lang poured a basin of water onto the fire pit.

Hiss— the charcoal cooled rapidly, and smoke billowed up, like some kind of disappearing act before escaping.

Cen Lang said, “I’ll leave now, I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

With that, he disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Li changed into dry clothes, silently climbed into bed, and picked up a book called “Highly Narrative Ancient Social Life” to pass the time.

【Slash and burn agriculture: Fire completely separates humans from animals, eating cooked food, lighting, heating, driving away wild beasts, smelting metal (1)… In the early stages of human society, entertainment was scarce, people would dance and sing around the bonfire, which was an important social occasion. Alphas and Omegas would choose mates and mate by the fire… The author believes that this behavior will be ingrained in genes, and Alpha’s instinct will provide a warm and dry environment for Omegas…】

Jiang Li closed the book.

Probably fiction, right?!